I am scared this time
Will I get back what I did to you?
Your tiny heart with a sewn hole
and your eyes piercing me through your glasses.
I can take it no more.
Do not curse, do not wish ill..
You know I did us good!
Its unfair I always knew,
but not worth a single drop of tear from my eye
I am returning back from my guilt trip
to colours and flowers, to the sun and the moon.
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